Spicy Cake Delivery Gone Wrong
Language: en
I'm a cake decorator. One day, I received an online order from a girl who wanted me to make an "apology cake." "Could you hide a pair of handcuffs inside the cake?" she asked. "I went to a bar last night without telling my boyfriend first. He's upset with me. I want to make it up to him tonight." I thought of my own fiancé, Adrian—cold and emotionally distant. We only had sex once a month and never played games like this. I couldn't help but envy this girl a little. That evening, I delivered the cake to the address she'd given me. The moment the door opened, I froze. Standing there was…